Conversations Across the Spiritual Divide*
Me: Wow. I’m looking down into a dark universe. A slowly emerging star spirals and swirls into focus, scattering particles of glory over the deep background of cosmic existence. It unfurls, growing as surely as a trumpet flower as the colors shade and rise. What a difference from the volcanic reaction of variegated magma and gasses bursting up to the surface and overflowing across the expanses that was so shocking last week.
Steve: You’re at the Hubble Telescope?
Me: No, I just dumped a teaspoon of powdered maple sugar into coffee fresh from the microwave. Still bubbling a bit.
Steve: Oh. So you did it slowly this time.
Steve: Well, the coffee explosion of 7/26 WAS pretty impressive. I liked the noise you made when it overflowed and tried to eat your kitchen counter.
Me: Yep. Thanks, Honey.
Steve: Any time…
*Yes I have conversations with my late husband in my mind and heart. Yes I think there’s a chance it’s actually him. No, I don’t know for sure. That is all.